I'm leaving. At the last moment of my life, I can't bear to disturb you. I'd rather swallow the pain of farewell alone, just to remember your peaceful face forever.
I'm about to leave, through the window glass, I feel you with my fingers, one last time.
"I understand that the feeling of love will fade, just like the old photos, but you will always stay in my heart, forever beautiful, until the last moment of my life." ——August Photo Studio
Tears flowed unconsciously and almost forgot I am watching a play.
With a delicate narrative technique, the director of "August Photo Studio" succeeded in expressing to us what death really feels like to the deceased himself and to those around him.
Love is equal, and the dying person in the film does not play a person waiting for love. He plays a man who loves optimism in life. After a huge struggle in his heart, he chose not to leave even a little sadness to the girl he loves.
I will remember the beginning of the film, it was just an ordinary town, an ordinary photo studio, an ordinary man. Time passed inch by inch, Yong Yuan, who was sentenced to death by a terminal illness, sat alone on the school playground and pondered: "When I was a child, all my classmates left, I am still sitting on the playground alone, missing the past. Mother, it suddenly dawned on me that we'd all be gone eventually..."
I knew he wasn't healthy.
I will remember many details of this movie. Regarding love, the deepest part of the relationship between these two people is just embracing each other under an umbrella, relying on the torrent to move forward. The woman, little by little, moved the umbrella to the man's side. The man found it, pushed it back to the woman's side, took out the handkerchief, and asked her to wipe the rain off her cheeks. The woman was wiping, her eyes were inadvertent It's red, that scene, maybe the director, didn't find it.
The most intimate part of the relationship between these two people is that the man tells jokes about his military service in the night walk, and the woman puts her arm into the man's arm.
The most tragic part of the relationship between these two people is that after the man was seriously ill, he was lying on the hospital bed and woke up from a dream. My sister asked, did she dream of happy people and things? It's strange that no woman came to visit. you. The man said, I don't have anyone I care about. The smile on the corner of his mouth when he woke up is still there, but his eyes have hesitantly cast into the distance. The woman, on the other hand, does not understand the disappearance of the man Mo Ming, but only understands the vacancy in her heart. After wandering in front of the photo studio again and again, I finally threw a stone at the glass window of the photo studio. Weeping.
The most eternal part of the relationship between these two people is only the last time the man looks at the woman through the glass window. From a distance, he holds her face with his palms and the person who holds her with his palms. His eyes were full of hope and love, and helplessness.
When the tears burst, it was the moment when the girl picked up the stone and smashed the glass of the photo studio. I could feel her feeling, her tearing atmosphere. Her letters went unanswered, and he disappeared.
Regarding family affection, my father never used a video recorder to play video tapes. My son started to teach him how to use it carefully, but my father could not learn how to use it. My son finally got impatient and walked away angrily. He was angry, because he was going to die, and then, Dad, how did you play the tape on the VCR. Immediately dying, the terrified son, who was woken up by thunder at night, came to his father to watch him fall asleep. The younger brother and elder sister were spitting up watermelon seeds together...
I looked at that posthumous photo. The dead will leave the most beautiful to the living. I
can't forget what the hero said at the end: feelings can be diluted, but you are always beautiful in my heart. People go to the empty photo studio to hang pictures of the heroine.
Let's go take a picture tomorrow. Take a picture of yourself and your loved one. I choose quiet nights and start to be sad.
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